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” – Jahi Nation Benjamin (Verse 1 – Cadence Science) Cadence like a metronome coded in my chromosomes, Riddim in my marrow, Nyabinghi in my vocal tones. Loyal to the craft so the craft stay loyal back, But society keep tryin’ to reroute a Lion off his track. I move with phase-locking logic, frequency discipline, My life a waveform—coherence where the Masters begin. Every step in resonance, harmonic intelligence, While they try to box a dread like a product of negligence. (Hook – Loyalty Logic) Cadence steady, loyalty heavy, System try fi push low-class lanes on me already. But the mind of a Rasta? Too sharp, too ready— Can't downgrade a king when his spirit born steady. (Verse 2 – Sociology of Work Bias) See, Babylon still patternin’ pathways from the past, Offering “British Swim School”?—jobs built never to last. Low-tier slots crafted from the bias of the cast, Where history try recycle who they think should come last. But hear me: I hold certifications like blades forged titanium, CISSP glow like an arc in a stadium. Cybersecurity—my natural vibranium, Yet HR algorithms try to chain my gradient. (Pre-Hook – Structural Truth) Not ‘cause I’m lacking—no— It’s code in the system, Economics of power and the optics of rhythm. History tryna place Black excellence in a prism, Offerin’ roles misaligned with my wisdom. (Verse 3 – Psychological Precision) This ain’t emotion, this is cognitive mapping, Pedigree vs stereotype, networks overlapping. “Master-level mind” vs “entry-level tasking”— The mismatch itself is where the violence is masking. Community trauma echo deep in recruiters’ perception, Trying to redirect brilliance with misaligned selection. But I move with the loyalty of kings in correction, Rasta intellect—a conscious resurrection. (Bridge – Mastery Defined) Mastery ain’t skill alone— It’s cadence + memory + disciplined tone. It’s knowledge stacked vertical, theory full grown, It’s a mind so sharp it cut through stone. (Verse 4 – Rasta Ascension) So when jobs try push me to lanes I can’t dwell, I walk with Haile cadence—intention compel. I am aligned with the craft where my excellence swell, Cyber warrior with a firewall shell. I don’t take roles birthed from disrespect— My lineage divine, my boundaries protect. Loyal to my purpose so the universe connect: The right contracts rise when the wrong ones reject. (Final Hook – The Master’s Return) Cadence steady, loyalty heavy— History tried aim low but my spirit born ready. Cyber mind cut clean, precision machete— A Rasta in his mastery can’t ever move petty. (Outro – PHD Thesis Statement) So write it in the ledger: Cadence shapes the destiny, loyalty shapes the weather. Opportunities misaligned? That don’t define the measure. A master keeps rising— Higher. Smarter. Forever.